The tension in the room was thick as Alex shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Miguel’s words hung in the air, a cold and unyielding condemnation.
“People like you will never understand the strength of the McGraths,” Miguel said, his voice sharp as a blade. “And for that reason, you have no right to speak about my family.”
Alex tried to compose himself, but his confidence had crumbled. “I… I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” he stammered, his voice shaky. “Whatever you heard, Miguel, it wasn’t what I meant. I was just concerned about the well-being of Oasis Group. I only gave Elizabeth a hard time because… because I thought the company could do better in more… competent hands.”
Miguel’s eyebrow arched, and a dry smile tugged at his lips. “Competent hands?” he repeated, his tone moc
